Much like pineapples, I am hardcore. (thisgirliknow) wrote,
Much like pineapples, I am hardcore.

I had an incredibly long day, half boring, and half very... well, I felt like I was learning occlumency. My mind afterwards felt very weak.

My (big-big) boss, Ed, who LOVES to talk, asked me about my previous Classical Studies major, and it turned into an incredibly lengthy conversation/analysis. What he said was some pretty personal stuff, so I'm not going to write it in here. For whatever reason (and no offense to anyone), Andrea and my mom are the only people I had any urge to tell. My mom because she probably knows me better than most people, in a motherly setting, and Andrea because we spent almost every second of an entire year together, so she knows things that no one else does. Also Justin, for reasons I don't even know. I guess because he knows me so well, and Ed reminds me of him anyway. Of course, that's not possible.

Anyway, he analyzed me to my very core, and many of the things he said I realized may be right-- and the things that he said that were not correct urged me to think. I guess one of his main points was that I need to figure out Who I Am. There's a lot more to that, but I'll leave it there.

The End.

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